Hickory dickory dock
How is it seven o’clock?
I’m running behind
and more time I must find
Won’t somebody stop this clock?
Well darn, the answer is no. Time waits for no man or woman and we must keep marching along with it or otherwise take a comfortable seat and watch it march by us. I don’t know about you but I’m not there yet. Though I’m all for lazy three day weekends my world still involves the steady beat of a drum that dictates my pace and I’m OK with that.
Some day the drum beat will stop and there will be an amazing silence. I quote again a very famous line of poetry, “gather ye rosebuds while you may, old Time is still a-flying, and this same flower that blooms today tomorrow will be dying.“ I occasionally hear the voice of a friend, when on a fun weekend together I commented that I just wanted to lie down and take a nap and she responded, “you can sleep when you’re dead!“ And I suppose so. But today Time marches on and so must I.
My drummer does have a different beat though and that means I might have a little hop to my march instead of a lockstep and I will get where I need to go happily and without regrets.
Whether marching or the alternative, Have a great day no matter what. Gotta run now . . . I mean march. And fast!